When the words that you write have been written are like a song that no one will sing and the day lingers on long into the night where relief can be bought for a dollar a fix and your dreams can be mixed in with what is it sticks in your mind?
Never seen a light that might not be a monster
and always looking for the way out too.
Writing’s the addiction
when you swear you’re not addicted,
if they test you for it
they’ll arrest you for it
better you deny it.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.